Master, How Generous!

For Fiona's sake, just because she'd said a few words, Lein smiled and gave her a little "present."

"Ah, this is too much..."

"It's fine. You can put it to good use, so it's perfect for you."

It was a pile of Divinity and Divine Spark Fragments taken from Enger, the Sumerian god of plague and war, after Lein had killed him. Of course, he didn't want [Plague]. But the Divinity and Divine Spark Fragments related to [War] were priceless treasures to Fiona.

Fiona was overjoyed and hurriedly gave him a passionate kiss.

The other goddesses were green with envy at the sight.

Some things weren't decided by seniority alone.

In any organization, rank and seniority played an important role.

On Lein's right, the order followed the sequence in which they'd joined. Downs was at the front, and Little Fatty Nocha was at the very end. There was no dispute about that.

The order of the women on Lein's left was much more intriguing.

Knight Goddess Fiona was in first place, followed by Alei in second and Ishtar in third. One major reason those three were at the front was that they were independent enough to stand on their own. After all, they had their own divine realms and were formidable fighters—fundamentally different from the vase group behind them.

Among the vase group, Sophia, a Powerful Divine Power, took the first spot in the second row, though she was hardly deserving of it. Behind her was her subordinate deity, Sharess, followed by Hathor.

Sophia and Margaret were in the third row. It couldn't be helped. Lein had originally planned to arrange everyone by the time they'd joined. But out of respect for the goddesses, and because Margaret was Fiona's saintess, she refused to stand in front of them. In the